Pour yourself a favorite and enjoy:
Find it, please
Archives
Work is dead. As usual I’m done with my assignments for this fiscal year and the dreaded month of June is just creeping along. I like June as a month, but at work it means the doldrums. I’m reminded of the t-shirts that say something like “Jesus is coming, look busy”.
Yesterday, for fun, I designed a game in PowerPoint that resembles $25,000 pyramid. My boss and I are in a silent agreement that she doesn’t ask me if I have anything to do and I don’t tell her what’s really going on. There’s nothing she can do about it anyway. I can’t start working on new courses because our contract says all that begins on July 1st. Besides, I’d just have the same problem sooner next year. Efficiency is my love and my curse.
We went to a bluegrass show last night and the room was set up as if it were a wedding reception. It was weird and made it really hard to move around or be completely comfortable. The music made up for it.
We saw the following:
The Cary St. Ramblers
East of Afton
The God Fearing Snake Handlers
Afterwards we stopped by our local Mexican restaurant, split an order of Nachos con Chorizo, had a couple of drinks and then came home to ants in the kitchen. I do. not. like. ants in my kitchen. It was game on. Then I slept like a baby happy in the knowledge that I unleashed holy hell on those ants.
Months ago we bought some milky spore to put on the yard to kill Japanese beetle larvae dead. We’ve been putting down spore for about a year now and apparently you have to do it for something like 2 times a year for 2 years and then you won’t have a Japanese beetle problem. Or maybe it’s 4 times a year for 2 years or maybe it’s all the time and I really should just try to remember why I came here to post in the first place.
For whatever reason we have been buying the milky spore in a powder format and so we can’t put it in the spreader thing so that means I’ve been walking around with a tablespoon in my hand tossing spore in regularly-spaced intervals. The last time I did it, I said that’s it. No more. Someone else’s job.
You can see where this is going, can’t you? The milky spore has been sitting in the garage for months. I could tell it was going to rain this afternoon so I quickly paced the yard spreading milky spore and then I sent the better-half an email asking for some fanfare when he got home. He just got home and I got three cheers.
This morning I smoked a hunk of salmon and a whole trout, sans head. I made a marinade for beef brisket. I vacuumed the pool. I took out shredded zucchini and set it to drain. I cleaned up the kitchen and then took a shower.
Tomorrow it is supposed to be cloudy with possible rain showers and a high of 73. Of course. Because we have people coming over to swim and eat some tasty treats.
This is a message for my sister:

I’ve had a craving. I’ve wanted something sweet, sour and spicy.
To satisfy that craving, last night we went to a local Thai restaurant. It’s nearly mind-boggling that our little town has a Thai restaurant, but it does and it’s over in a building that’s mostly held together with bailing wire and duct tape. The restaurant isn’t the only business in the building but since I was a kid the building has waxed and waned in it’s ability to not fall over. I think the building once had something to do with the railroad as the tracks run directly behind it. Who knows…this entry is supposed to be about the meal.
The front entryway of the restaurant consists of large planters filled with pepper and tomato plants and I assume other ingredients that will eventually end up on a plate. By mid-summer the whole front of the restaurant will be awash in green.
We started with Yum Nuea which is Thai Beef Salad. Neither of had eaten it before but we have decided we will be making this salad soon. If I could wrangle the ingredients right now, I’d do it. But, alas, I’m at work and we don’t have a grill on premises. If I could figure out how to grill at work, I’d be one happy camper. But, then, I’d never get any actual work done.
Anyway, the salad. We ordered it medium and I was actually shocked by the heat. My eyes saw cool, refreshing salad and my tongue got totally confused. But, the confusion was good and so were the mouthfuls of salad. A perfect blend of sweet, sour and spicy. Just what I was looking for to sate my craving.
The better-half enjoyed the pork drunken noodles and I splurged on the soft-shelled crabs with ginger sauce. The crabs were lightly coated and stir-fried. Eating soft-shelled crabs always makes me happy. Last night’s crabs were fairly large and very delicious. The second crab’s shell had started the hardening process, but crunching through the shell is half the fun.
Now, if I can just get through my day today without some Yum Nuea, I’ll consider the day a success. Some people daydream about a day on the beach, today I’ll daydream about beef salad.
If it is raining in the good old Commonwealth of Virginia, you are required by law to run your headlights. Because, really? You are driving a gray car on an interstate with rain and mist. You are nearly invisible, dumbass.
People who don’t do their jobs.
People who enable people to not do their jobs.
People who wander grocery stores like they are the living dead. The brains are over in the deli section; get the hell out of my way.
Elected officials who cheat on their spouses and then blame someone else. Hey, dude, you stuck your wang where it didn’t belong and that was free will(y).
There is someone named Blanche at the national level. Holy cow, who knew there were still people named Blanche and they could be a senator? That’s good, old fashioned Southern cool.